As this first day of March ends - look at this sunset. Almost every evening from my cottage window the sky looks like a painting. I am continually in awe of this beauty. This image hardly does it justice.
The fields are still filled with water from the torrential rains on Sunday. Returning from errands I drive over a small bridge and the customary peaceful water is flowing like the rapids.
A small stream flows into that creek. At this time of year I have always noticed the bright green plants floating in the water and watercress always came to mind.
Just did some investigation and found out so much I did not know. It has some wonderful medicinal qualities. It always warns against picking the watercress and eating from streams that might be polluted. So even though it is beautiful I do not think I will pick some and eat it.
I have been tempted.....
Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
~The Old Poets of China~ Mary Oliver